Déjà Vu
If I had been GodI would have rearranged the veins in the faceto make them more resistant to alcohol and less prone to ageingIf I had been GodI would have sired many sonsand I would not have suffered the Romans to kill even one of themIf I had been GodWith my staff and my rodIf I had been given the nodI believe I could have done a better job
If I were a dronePatrolling foreign skiesWith my electronic eyes for guidanceAnd the element of surpriseI would be afraid to find someone homeMaybe a woman at a stoveBaking bread, making rice, or just boiling down some bonesIf I were a drone
The temple's in ruinsThe bankers get fatThe buffalo's goneAnd the mountain top's flatThe trout in the streams are all hermaphroditesYou lean to the left but you walk to the right
And it feels like déjà vuThe sun goes down and I'm still missing youCounting the cost of love that got lostAnd under my Gulf Stream, in circular ballsThere's ninety-nine cents worth of drunkards and fools.